Not A Raisin in the Sun

elephant“We are such stuff as dreams are made on…”
William Shakespeare
The Tempest

At the end of each year I get hit with a double dose of nostalgia and romanticism. I feel regret at the time I wasted from the year before but believe in the opportunity of the many days left ahead. So this year when I sent out my holiday/new year cards I asked my friends, co-workers, and loved ones for their dreams for the coming year.

But what are dreams? They are wishes and hopes. They are goals and tasks for a better life. For others it is a broadening of skills and minds.

Dreams are a search for something more, something different. They are an acknowledgement of change. Often though dreams cannot be bound by a single year, and need to be broken up into pieces.

Sometimes dreams are for others. They are a hope for strength, for well-being, and a wish for them to have peace of mind.

My dreams aren’t simple. In my first post of the year I laid out some resolutions: to become more focused, take control, and to define success for myself. My dreams are linked to these resolutions. I hope to control the uncontrollable while also letting fate take its course.

tardisIn clearer terms. I want to know I’ll always be happy. Satisfied. Able to withstand change, loss, and uncertainty. I want to be able to accept love or disaster when they arrive at my doorstep. I want to know how the story ends. I want to be brave. So really, I want a TARDIS of my very own.

Having said that there is one clear point I need to make.

Dreams are what is possible. We have to act in order to make them reality. We need to be our own fairy godmothers amidst the chaos that is life.

I slept on the last day
With some regrets, worry, and a feeling
Of days and years speeding by
All too fast.
I saw tasks unfinished, pages unwritten
Goals languishing into dust.

But as midnight slipped by I awoke refreshed.
Looking forward, eager to meet the future.
Ready to charge the time before me
With reset inspirations and a thirst
To Change. To Impact. To Dream

Here are a few dreams from my friends. Share your own in the comments section.

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Margaret

I dream about my Mom being happy and healthy and laughing instead of crying. I want to work hard, play hard, and brunch harder. I dream of spending time with my friends and family and not being afraid to try to learn new things. But most of all I dream and pray that in 2015 I will feel like I am in charge of my own life again. And I am pretty sure all of this will happen because I am surrounded by the best people in the world.

Tricia

Grace

This is ‪#‎whatcomesnext‬. Looking forward to an AMAZING 2015 when I get to marry the man of my dreams. ‪#‎midnight‬ ‪#‎forever‬

Diana

Isha

I am going to start a journal. Every day I have to take a picture to remind myself of some thing good that happened (similar to the #100daysofhappiness). Every week I have to write down what I am doing to reach my other resolutions. I am hoping that this will remind me of everything I have to be thankful while still working towards the future.

isha

Julia

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Rob

Harlem
Langston Hughes (via The Poetry Foundation)

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

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